dex said something about the 'space between stimulus and response' and i almost threw my gels at him. but then. but then i felt it, the sliver of sky in the cage of my ribs. the pause, the almost imperceptible beat where i could choose to believe the story or just breathe. the choice to not immediately believe the first thought that comes in. that's the work isn't it not even the miles not even the breathwork its the learning to not immediately react its the learning to not flinch and call it strength. the way the light catches the dust motes when you finally STOP moving and the air is still for a second and you can see it all swirling around you all the chaos all the noise and you don't have to DO anything with it you can just let it be and that is everything that is the whole entire thing right there.